Saturday, September 8, 2012

Saturday Night Silliness Sept. 6 2012

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It's time for tweeting yeah.
(points to Dobby) There u r. Hi watcha doing? What's up Buttercup!
(Dobby leaves room)
Was it something I said?
Crap :( What do I do now?
(Dobby returns) Oh boy. Oh boy. :)
I'm thinking maybe I should have not have had that cup of coffee earlier this evening.
Dobby: Ya think?
I'm excited.
Dobby: Gassy too. (making face)
The coffee didn't sit well. I got excited today. My sister is house shopping. She found an especially good one. Well, probably.
Houses in really good shape for a reasonable price are hard to find. Why do u think I rent?
Dobby: Because you don't like work. Anything that looks like work, smells like it has been near work...
I'm kick a** with a paint brush. Don't start.
I kick a** too. :)
but only with a paint brush.
Dobby. Kitty, kitty.
I don't feel funny tonight.
Dobby: (reaches up and touches Mom's arm) I hate to tell u this Mom but u don't feel normal either.
I mean I don't feel like I can be funny tonight.
Dobby: Someone thinks ur funny? (mom opens mouth to answer) Dobby: Besides Grandma.
Crap! You've got me there. I am going back to our story. I hope u can come up with something.
Dobby: I'll see if I can find a hairball or something.


"You do have a point." Aunt Terri said. "What do you want to do this morning?"
Jesse looked around the small shop. Things were in perfect order as usual. There really was nothing for her to do.
"I know I won't get back to sleep if I go home. I guess I'll go upstairs and work on some things." Jesse went up to the second floor.
It was outfitted with an office on one side and an efficiency apartment on the other. Jesse could hear her aunt and uncle working in the kitchen downstairs. Arguing too.
"Too much responsibility. The family bakery and the home was too much responsibility for a nineteen year old. She should have spent these last ten years living in cramped apartments in the city and going to too many parties with her friends, like other people in their twenties. I never understood Cameron and Ava leaving the family "legacy" in her keeping. It was completely unfair and thoughtless of them."
"It is tradition. The oldest child in the family cares for the bakery and the house. Then, the oldest child leaves it to their oldest. My family has been doing it this way for nearly one hundred years Carl."


Dobby: I see Paris. I see France. I can't see ur underpants. What a relief!

"Traditions can be changed." Uncle Carl shouted.
"Do you think Ava and Cameron planned to die so young? Our parents and all of our grandparents lived well into their eighties." Aunt Terri continued, "Jesse has always been exceptionally intelligent and focused. If someone had to take the reins early be glad it was her. Besides, she isn't alone in this. She has always had us."
"The bakery, the house, this family will get through the slump. Jesse never makes bad decisions."
"There have been times I was sure that girl was crazy. But everything she tries works out." Uncle Carl sounded like he was smiling.
"Which comes to my next point." Aunt Terri said. "Why are you giving Jesse such a hard time about the new guy in town?"
"I have to get these donuts finished." Uncle Carl tried dismissing the conversation.
Aunt Terri crossed to room to stand in front of him. "What's wrong with him?"
"Terri, the donuts."
"Carl."
"You're not going to let this go are you?" Uncle Carl asked.
"Nope." Jesse could visualize Aunt Terri folding her arms in determination.
"I just don't think all that fancy polish is right for our girl."
"If she falls for him. He will take her back to New York, L.A., Paris, London wherever he came from. I don't want her to go."
"Jesse is a grown woman. We have to respect her choices. We both know "our" girl. She won't go anywhere she doesn't want to. She will always find her way home. Love Jesse enough to trust her, Carl. I do."
It got quiet. Jesse felt guilty for listening to their conversation. It was reassuring to hear them talking as closely as ever.
"How long am I going to have to wait for those donuts?" Aunt Terri asked. Jesse heard a towel snap. It had a crack like a bull whip.
"OOO...feels good baby." Jesse giggled and blushed at the sound of Uncle Carl's joke. There are some things you don't want to hear in life no matter how old you get.
TTFN


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